Do you ever look in the mirror and wish that you believed everything that came out of your face? Like just this morning I ran off at least three affirmations: “I’m winning.” “I can do everything I set out to do.” “I’m cute” (which I throw in there sometimes). Stuff like that. I mean, I switch it up, depending on how jacked up I am in a given area of my life. And, well, it sounds great when I hear it (which, by the way, is why I say the doggone affirmations). But then, that other, less scripted part of me (just to be clear, I write down the affirmations on my kid’s notebook paper and then read it aloud) steps in and gives it to me straight. I might be able to do this. I’m not completely losing. Maybe I’m cute (freaking gorgeous after a couple rum and cokes). That’s where I am. Not exactly pessimistic (nobody likes pessimists, so I wouldn’t own up to it even if I was one), but a little bit in the middle of darkness and possibility. Just saying . . .
Published by Gail Upchurch
Originally from the south side of Chicago, Gail currently lives in Maryland with three kiddos and a hubs. She writes young adult and adult fiction and has been known to go overboard with the cheesy snacks. She's got a lot of pet peeves, but the biggest one of all are jeans that cut off her circulation. Not a fun situation. When she's not writing stories and talking to the characters that live in her head, Gail teaches composition, literature, and creative writing at the University of Maryland, College Park. View more posts